Chapter 40
Rule Twelve Emmett - Make sure you get consent before killing your final girl
“Idon’t want to go.” Vera paced the honeymoon suite, looking more and more distressed with every step. “I don’t even know where I’d go. My family will shun me. I have no money, no job, no car.”
I stood near the fire, staring at the bright flames flickering as I considered the conundrum we’d found ourselves in. I didn’t want Vera to go either.
“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted.
Lattice, ever the kind soul, and, as it turned out, a ghost just like Catherine and I, when asked about permanent stays told us that only the dead are permitted to stay long-term.
And it wasn’t like I could leave. I could get as far as the lake and the gates.
Anytime I tried to step outside of the property, I appeared back in this room.
“We don’t have to make decisions now. Don’t be so hasty,” Catherine suggested.
I turned to stare at my wife. My other wife, looking like a fat, contented cat on the bed.
“Hasty? That’s comical coming from you. You killed me because you had a weird feeling. Why is it you had no problem killing me but want to wait for her?” I smirked, and then, realizing what I’d said, turned away quickly. The room fell silent.
“You want to kill me?” Vera said softly, her voice cracking.
“We don’t want to kill you,” Catherine rushed out. “But we can’t leave, and we don’t want you to go either. Why not just... stay with us forever?”
I turned to see Vera’s reaction. Her beautiful brown eyes were wide but unfocused. It was as if the idea hadn’t even dawned on her.
“That’s the only option.”
“Is it?” I asked, guilt twisting my insides.
Could we ask her to sacrifice such a thing?
In doing this, Vera would never age, never have children, or grandchildren.
She’d never get to travel or experience new things.
She’d be trapped like Catherine and I for eternity.
“Let’s just think this through. You two have hardly met. Do you want to spend forever together?”
The two shared a look. Catherine was smirking, and Vera was blushing. I stared between them with suspicion.
“Do you two know each other?”
“Biblically.” Catherine stretched out. “You could say.”
My mouth fell open. “You two had sex? When?”
My hands went to my temples. It was no secret that both of my wives had been strictly lesbian up until me. What were the fucking odds that they’d fucked each other before I’d fucked either of them?
That ratio didn’t seem fair.
When neither of them answered, I looked up and asked again.
“When?”
The look of guilt and amusement between both women revealed the truth.
“Before you killed me? Jesus, Cathy, is that how you convinced her to go along with it?”
Cathy had been a self-proclaimed stud. While Vera preferred to let someone else take the reins in the bedroom. I should have known.
My mind was running wild, thinking of them in another room somewhere in this hotel, fucking each other while I was dead asleep. The image of their naked bodies pressed against one another’s stirred interest in me, and despite my frustration, my cock began to swell.
It was nice to know that in the afterlife, I could still get hard.
“Don’t be that guy, Em,” Catherine chastised me, her gaze focused on my growing crotch. Scowling, I turned away from the two of them.
“Am I not allowed to find my wives attractive?” I shot back.
“So that’s it then? We’re both your wives?”
I willed my cock to go down before turning back and raising my arms up in defeat.
“I guess? I love you both. I won’t choose.
” My words settled over the room, and suddenly, I felt like the wrong one out.
The way they looked at each other, the sparkle in their eyes, the small touches I’d noticed just in the small amount of time since I’d died—
What if they didn’t want me to choose, because they’d already chosen each other?
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Am I...”
Catherine, knowing me so well, disappeared and popped up an instant beside me, wrapping her arms around me. “You are here. I am here. And so is she. Let’s stay this way.”
My gaze drifted over to Vera. Did she want this too? How would it even work? I’d never considered being with multiple people at the same time. Wouldn’t that complicate things?
Did I even care?
No.
If they didn’t, I didn’t.
“Vera?” I called, stepping out of Catherine’s embrace. “What do you want to do?”
Vera stared at us for a long moment before her eyes turned stony and her smile faded.
“I want to die.”
Dressed in her wedding dress and shoes, together, the three of us made our way down to the lake. It felt odd, walking the distance when now all I had to do was think about it, but for her, I’d do anything. I couldn’t let my beautiful wife take her last walk solo. I’d never.
Hand in hand, all three of us went.
I could hear Vera’s heart beating wildly under her still alive flesh. She was scared, and it made me feel so much more guilty, but then she’d occasionally look up at me and smile, and that guilt washed away. If she was fine with this, then so was I.
Squeezing our hands as we started out onto the ice, we slipped and slid all the way over to the perfectly circular hole. How odd. That it would form in the exact same place as it had the year before. There had to be some supernatural force doing it.
Vera stared at the hole, her breathing taking on a more labored cadence. She was getting colder now. Her cheeks were pink and her breath puffed out.
“We don’t have to do this,” I told her again. “Catherine and I can let you leave if you want. We’ll never force this on you.”
“I know.” She nodded. “And it’s all happening so fast. Six months ago, I didn’t know who you were and up until two nights ago, I didn’t know ghosts existed.
But I’ve never felt more cared for by anyone.
My family sucks.” She laughed dryly. “They won’t even care that I’m dead.
” She sniffled, and two tears slid down her cheeks.
“You don’t want children? Or to travel?” Catherine asked. “I’d kind of thought that I’d have kids someday.”
“Oh god, no.” She laughed and wiped away the tears. “I barely wanted the husband. No offense, Em.”
“None taken.” I grinned.
I knew before I married both women that I’d won the lottery with them choosing me. They’d both said if it didn’t work out with me, they’d return to women, and now, it seemed like we’d have the best of everything soon.
“Okay, so, headfirst or feet first?” She peered into the hole.
“I went head. I hated it,” Catherine said.
“Which way did I go?” I asked her.
“You went feet first, darling.” She smiled.
“Oh, well, I didn’t like that.”
“So there’s no real good way to go, is there?” Vera said.
I frowned.
“No, I guess not. But if I had to choose between doing it alone or being surrounded by the people I loved waiting for me on the other side, I’d choose that any day.”
“Right. Let’s do this.” She turned to Catherine and they shared a kiss.
I studied them. The way they held each other, as if they’d known each other lifetimes, not just a day.
I was worried I was taking things too fast by marrying her within six months, but.
.. look at them go. Vera pulled out of Catherine’s arms and turned to me.
My undead heart soared as she stood on her tiptoes and we shared a kiss.
Kissing an alive person while dead was a bit like sinking into a warm bath. Her body heat seeped into my ghostly form, alighting my spirit with excitement for our future. While I couldn’t make this decision for her, I was glad she was choosing this.
I didn’t want to exist without either woman.
Pulling apart, she moved to the other side of the hole to face us. Catherine reached for my hand, and I took it gratefully, squeezing it tight.
“Well, here we go. Goodbye. I’ll see you soon.” Vera smiled at us, closed her eyes, and stepped off the ice and into the water.
I jerked, instinct wanting me to try to save her, but Catherine forced me back.
“Just wait, you’ll feel her,” she told me, and I didn’t fully understand until a minute or two later, I felt a giant, warm weight hit my chest. I gasped, despite not needing to breathe, as the heavy warmth settled around me.
She had hit the bottom. Her body landed perfectly on top of mine and Catherine’s.
I looked at my wife, and she had tears in her eyes as she smiled at me. “She’s home.”